The moon was full as I drove us to South Peters Inlet, a beautiful state recreation beach tucked away near our home in south Arizona. Hidden behind me was the fully loaded picnic basket I had packed. I glanced at my passenger, smiling at the dark silhouette of her lovely form. I reached my hand over, and clasped her arm gently, "I think you’re wonderful."

    In the dark confines of the car I could not see her beautiful smile.

    I pulled into the deserted parking lot, my headlights spearing the darkness in front of me. I could see the sliver of sand as it bounded around the shore, disappearing from view. "We’re here," I spoke, gently rubbing her forearm.

    I opened my door and shifted my seat forward. I grabbed the basket, and motioned for Collette to follow me. "A picnic, Dennis," she asked, eyeing the basket for the first time. "How did you know I liked picnics?"

    "I just knew, Ms. Collette. I could almost," I paused searching for the word, "feel it. You affect me that deeply."

    We walked the short distance from the parking lot to the water’s edge. I clasped the handle of the basket in my hand, gripping it firmly. Collette walked beside me, looking at me in silence. I could see the faint outline of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

    I motioned Collette to stop. "Allow me to set this up," I spoke to her, my voice sounding loud in the night air. I set the picnic basket down and opened the top. I removed the large, checkered blanket that was resting on top. I shook the blanket, unfolding it. After placing it on the ground I removed four spikes and pressed them firmly into the ground, capturing the blanket. There was a slight breeze that night, a gentle caress of warm air. I did not believe that the wind was strong enough to upset the scene I was creating, still I wanted everything to be perfect. A perfect evening for a perfect creature. Collette had captivated me from the beginning, sending electricity up my spine each time I spoke with her.

    I glanced out over the black water gently rolling in, the waves softly lapping at the shore, taking amazement in the peaceful beauty of the peaceful summer night. Reaching into the basket again, I removed two large candles. They were red, sitting inside a deep, glass enclosure. I set them in the middle of the blanket, side by side. Kneeling down, I lit the candles with the box of matches I removed next. The candles provided a fairly impressive supply of light, gently illuminating the calm setting. The breeze in the air caused the flame to dance in hypnotic patterns, but it was not strong enough to drop into the glass shroud and extinguish the flame.

    I reached up from my prone position and held my hand out to Collette, "Ms. Collette."

    She took my proffered hand and I held her delicate fingers, escorting her around to sit opposite me. She sat gingerly, smoothing the material of her short black skirt. I looked into her face, lit by the softly glowing candles. She was smiling at me, a warm, pleased, contented smile. I smiled back, beaming. Her smile meant the world to me. A wonderful feeling of warmth spreads through me, a calm surrender, knowing that I have pleased her. I thought of all the other times I have sat at her side, each of them a happy memory, always tugging at my consciousness.

    I began pulling the rest of the contents of the basket from its darkened confines. I removed a small platter of chicken I had just fried before leaving to pick up Ms. Collette. I pulled out a bowl of potato salad and a bowl of freshly baked beans. Next I pulled out the plates and napkin covered silverware we would need to eat our meal. I withdrew two crystal glasses and a bottle of wine, still cold.

    Collette just watched me as I placed each item on the blanket we were sitting on. She said nothing, just kept her eyes locked on my face. Finally I pulled out a cherry pie that I had picked up from a local bakery.

    With the meal spread out in front of us, and the silverware at my side, I began serving up our dinner. I placed some of the beans and potato salad on each of the two plates. I grabbed a pair of thongs and placed a piece of chicken on the plate also. I lifted the first plate and gave it to Collette, "your dinner, Ms. Collette."

    She reached up and grabbed the plate from my hands. "What else do you have in there," she asked me, setting her plate in front of her folded knees.

    Pulling my own plate towards me I answered, "just a few toys to play with after dinner."

    Her beautiful eyes lit up with my answer as a small moan escaped her full lips. Her melodic voice sends a chill down my spine. I remembered the day I first heard her voice, a short voice mail message, and how I was distracted for the rest of the day. Useless at work, glowing inside.

    I opened the bottle of wine and poured her a glass. I reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of water. Collette knew I did not drink, and as I was driving I decided it best not to sample the sweet beverage.

    We ate in comfortable silence, the moon watching over us. The gentle flicker of the softly burning candles cast enticing shadows off her lovely face. I watched her chew the meal, my eyes captivated by her delicate features. It never ceased to amaze me how much I enjoyed her company, just passing the time by her side.

    As the meal progressed the sky became brighter as more stars appeared to watch us dine. The night was fantastic, the warm air pleasing. The sounds of the nocturnal creatures hidden from our eyes in the woods of the park provided the perfect accompanying music.

    I refilled her wineglass when she emptied it, and offered her more of anything that she finished. "I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner," I told her staring at the pleased look on her face.

    "It was very good," she replied. "Thank you."

    "You’re welcome." I cherished these moments, when I made her happy. It dawned on me how much a smile could warm the heart as I stared into Collette’s beautiful face.

    When dinner was over I piled the dirty dishes into a small pile just off the blanket. I then sliced the pie and served desert. We ate the pie, slowly savoring each burst of flavor. Collette asked me where I learned to cook, and I explained how I used to cook dinner each night for my family as a young teen. I told her how those days of my early teens led me to enjoy cooking now. She again told me that she really enjoyed the meal.

    I cleaned up the last remnants of the meal, setting things aside. I filled her wineglass a third time before sealing the bottle. I pushed the picnic basked towards Collette leaving a marked path in the sand. She looked at me, understanding my meaning.

    She flipped open the basket and peered inside. She examined the items still hidden within. Smiling she withdrew a simple pair of handcuffs. Collette placed a gently kiss on my mouth, teasing me with her soft lips. The smell of her perfume sent goosebumps down my arms, the enticing floral bouquet captivating me. She motioned me to turn around. I propped myself up, my knees pressing into the soft sand. Turning slowly, I offered my wrists to the handcuffs.

    The sound of the cuffs was deafening in the calm September air. My hands involuntarily tightened into a fist as Collette tightened the cuffs securely. When my hands were firmly cuffed behind me she spoke softly, "I want you to eat me, to pleasure me." She leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs. The candlelight illuminated the cave of fabric of her tautly pulled skirt.

    I nodded. I realized that my task would be more difficult with my hands held behind me. I dropped to my side, landing on my shoulder. I rolled over onto my stomach and began shaking my body side to side, inching my way between Collette’s widely parted thighs.

    I wormed my head under the hem of Collette’s skirt. I could sense the faint smell of her arousal. Slowly I worked my way deeper into the blackness of her skirt. With my head raised I pressed my nose into the fabric of her soft cotton panties. I rubbed my nose up and down, teasing the flesh hidden beneath, my smoothly shaven cheeks rubbing her delicate thighs.

    I extended my tongue and began massaging the moist flesh trapped behind the taut silk. I pushed the fabric into her. My tongue worked in random, rapid motions, pressing the material of her panties deep into her sex.

    I opened my mouth wide and pressed my gaping mouth firmly against the wet silk. I jogged my jaw rapidly up and down, trapping the shrouded flesh in my lips. I continued jostling my jaw, massaging the flesh hidden behind the gossamer cloth. I began twisting my head slowly from side to side, reaching more of her. I was enjoying delivering my ministrations. I heard myself moan as I continued savoring the taste of Collette’s arousal.

    I extended my tongue again and began tracing the line between her panties and her hot skin. I ran my tongue up one side, toying with the lip of the fabric. I traced my tongue across the silk, and back down the other side. Again tasting the salty sweat of her thighs. The humid cave I was trapped in enveloped my senses. The smells, the taste, her muted moans of pleasure above me and her slightly shuddering form all aroused me. My fingers flail at empty air as they long to caress your skin. My hands, trapped behind my back, twist in the strong steel embrace of the cuffs. I moaned again in a subdued breath as my hands flutter in useless frustration.

    I played with the silken edge of her panties, lightly lifting the material with my tongue. I pressed my tongue soundly into the taut moistness of her panties and began to rapidly spinning my head in tight circles.

    Collette bucked then, a rapid uprising that pulled my trapped face with her. She rotated her hips in pleasure as I returned my tongue to its task. I continued to toy with the mound of flesh hidden behind the light fabric of silk. Teasing the secluded flesh trapped behind her soaked panties. Her arousal was evident, and that arousal delighted me. It never seemed to amaze me how bringing this woman pleasure could arouse me so.

    Leaning in gently I use my teeth to grip the silk and pull the material away from Collette’s body. I unclench my teeth to allow the material to return to its intimate embrace. I repeat this again and again, snapping the wet silk into her sex.

    Collette clenched and unclenched her hands as I once again pressed my face strongly into the junction of her thighs. I held my face against your sex as I pressed my tongue against the silk covered mound.

    Her hips buck again, and I hear her moan a loud guttural sound full of passion. My erection strained behind the tight confines of my jeans. I groaned in desire, taking delight in the pleasure I was bringing this stunning woman. Her moans filled me with delight, warming me, soothing me. I felt complete, whole, and happy.

    And trapped beneath her black skirt, I can only ride out the orgasmic thrashing above me.